Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

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I raised my arm and slightly turned my back to show him the bruises that were starting to scald but he was not even looking my way. He stared ahead at nothing, grinding his teeth. He dropped his hands by his side and they clenched into fists!

"That Jessica again, always ruining my plans!"

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I watched Dylan as he lamented over how Jessica was always ruining things for him or opportunity he might have had with Tavon.

He didn't seem like he was pretending. Though I knew that back when Dylan was still feigning to be Lucas and we were dating, he hadn't met Bella but there was a seed of doubt in my heart and before this morning, it had started to grow into something big.

I pressed my palm to my chest and briefly shut my eyes close in relief. Thank Goodness. If he had met her then, working with her now would have been a disaster.

I gently paced a hand on his shoulder and was glad that he didn't shrug my hands off him.

"But there's a way I can still remain here and try to get Tavon to like me," I started hesitantly.

He raised his brows and turned to me, "Really?" He looked interested but he didn't look like he believed whatever plan or way I had would work.

"Jessica sort of found out that I can play the piano," I shrugged and continued, "She was awed and impressed. She told me she had wanted to learn to play the piano."

As I spoke, Dylan's eyes were lighting up and it gave me more confidence in my made up lie.

I continued, "After apologizing for whipping me, she pleaded with me to stay so that I could teach her everyday." I flashed a small smile at Dylan, "That's another way to keep an eye on Tavon." Dylan grinned widely and asked excitedly, "Really?"

I nodded vigorously like a pathetic wife that was eager to please her demanding husband.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He briefly hugged me. "That's great, Sydney, you're amazing!

"Thank you," I blushed.

"And it's even great that she likes you."

I countered his statement, "No, she only likes that I can play the piano. She doesn't like me," I emphasized. He flicked his hand dismissively. "She apologized for hitting you, didn't she? She's eager to learn something she seems to like from you. It's only a matter of time until she falls in love with you."

I giggled and moved closer to him, "I hope so." I planted a palm on his chest, "I can't wait to be back with

you."

"I know," he smiled back. Then he suddenly frowned. I stared back at him with bated breath as he seemed to scrutinize my face.

"What's wrong?"

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"You don't..." he seemed to be hesitating, which was surprising and encouraging... Dylan didn't care how anyone felt about his actions or whatever he had to say. If he was hesitating before saying anything

me...

I smiled and patted him on his chest.

He finally said what was in his mind, his eyes coated in a nuanced expression, "You don't resent me for giving you to someone else, do you?"

I shook my head, feigning innocence. "Resent you? Of course not. Why would I resent the man I love more than anything?" I batted my eyelashes at him coyly. "You're my whole world, Dylan. I'd do anything for you."

Dylan's features softened slightly at my declaration, but his eyes remained calculating. "I just worry... This whole situation is rather sordid. Being passed off to another man's bed, even if it's just for show." He traced a finger down my cheek. "It's not the life I wanted for you, my darling."

I leaned into his touch, playing the part of the devoted lover perfectly. "I don't mind, truly. As long as I get to come back to you in the end." I gazed up at him adoringly. "This is just a means to an end, a step towards our future together. Isn't that worth any temporary discomfort?"

Dylan looked down at me with a smug smile and said mockingly, "Oh Sydney, you're completely a blind woman in love now, aren't you?"

I smiled slightly, "I'm shocked myself," I said shyly and looked down.

What does it even matter whether Dylan loves me or not? As long as the dumbass believes that I love him, my plan would still be accomplished and I'd reach my goal.

I looked up at him and my eyes immediately zeroed in on a strand of white hair on his head, "Look," I said surprised as I plucked it, "You have white hair." I pouted playfully, "It makes me really sad."

His lips twisted unpleasantly and he slapped my hand away, "You shouldn't care about these details, just report to me who Tavon meets every day, understand?"

My face fell as I pretended to be dissapointed. I nodded when he raised a brow and repeated, " understand?